3: Chapter 3 Devil's Villa 3

The Villa was divided into two floors. After a simple grouping, the Suit-wearing Young Man, the middle-aged man, and the older woman explored the Second Floor, while Luo Yuejian, the Man with Slicked-back Hair, and the Schoolgirl explored the First Floor.

Watching the three go upstairs, the Man with Slicked-back Hair frowned as he looked at the White-haired Girl and the Schoolgirl beside him, feeling reluctant in his heart.

He would have preferred to follow the Suit-wearing Young Man; after all, among the players, he was the only social elite who appeared calm and composed. Following him would clearly lead to a higher survival rate.

However, since the groups were already set, he had no reason to object. He could only let out a long breath and say in a sour tone, "I'll go search the Kitchen."

With that, he left the spot.

The girl still slumped on the floor had a miserable look on her small face. She was currently gritting her teeth, trying to pull out the glass shards; the intense pain in her calf made it difficult for her even to stand.

She looked cautiously at Luo Yuejian by the wall and bit her lip until she left a row of marks. Then, she said in a small voice, "I can't move... Can I search the Living Room?"

Luo Yuejian glanced at her blood-drenched leg and nodded indifferently. It didn't matter where she slacked off.

She went to the innermost Bedroom. Compared to the mess in the Living Room, this Bedroom appeared particularly clean and tidy, looking like a perfectly ordinary Bedroom. She glanced at the calendar on the nightstand; today was Wednesday.

Luo Yuejian circled the room twice, her gaze sweeping over the scattered papers on the desk. The papers were covered in many "ghostly scribbles"—meaningless characters that no one could understand.

Pulling open the desk drawer, she found quite a few toy figurines as well as some stationery.

It seemed the room's owner wasn't very old.

Hidden at the very bottom of the papers was a small knife about half a palm long.

Luo Yuejian lowered her eyes and thought absentmindedly: What kind of person would hide a knife in their bedside drawer?

She picked up the knife, her fingers dancing unconsciously with agility as the knife spun and flipped between her fair, slender fingers. It seemed the owner of the fingers didn't even realize she was playing with it.

Sigh, why am I thinking about this? The more clues I find, the harder it will be for me to lose.

Luo Yuejian quickly stopped her train of thought. With a graceful flip, she unconsciously tucked the knife into her sweatshirt pocket.

She looked around and didn't see anything obvious. To prevent the viewers in the livestream room from discovering she was just idling, Luo Yuejian looked around and wandered about the room.

As she wandered, she walked over to the wardrobe. Opening the doors, she saw clothes for a male; based on the size, the owner was about what she had deduced.

To ensure she successfully lost the game, the fewer clues they held, the better. Determined to waste time here, she absentmindedly rummaged through the clothes in the wardrobe.

With a "clack," a notebook fell out from between the clothes.

No way, even this works? Luo Yuejian rolled her eyes inwardly, speechless. Having no choice, she could only pick up the small notebook to examine it.

It was someone's Diary.